For May 19th, 2003
Mar-Mar
It's the early '80s at a bustling punk house in Massachusetts. Rowdy, raucous, and very inebriated Boston band The Dogmatics (R.I.P.) are tearing it up in the basement, but another miracle is taking place only ten feet above the heads of the slamdancing throng of attendees: Mar-Mar is born on the beer-stained living room couch while chaos surrounds her parents and an impromptu, mohawk-bearing midwife who's taking nursing classes at the local community college. Fast forward to 2003, and Mar-Mar still follows the clang and clatter of live, loud, angst-fueled music. Even though she's since moved to Virginia, old habits, as they say, die hard.
"I'm not afraid to be right up against the stage at a punk show!" says Mar-Mar, her fists swinging in support of her front-and-center demeanor, "I'm tall enough, and there's something intrinsically appealing about the mixed-up scent of sweat, leather jackets, Aqua Net, and cheap brew. Plus, I can hold my own against bullies in the pit because I used to play ice hockey -- and I've still got all my teeth!"
She has a lovely smile to prove it, too!
You might be surprised to discover that underneath this tough exterior is a girl who still likes the finer things in life. Like unicorns.
"Don't fuck with unicorns, bub! Even if they don't talk like Mia Farrow, they've got feelings, too!" Mar-Mar says, her youthful brow wrinkling threateningly.
Hey, like we'd ever fuck with unicorns! Or Mia Farrow for that matter!
Mar-Mar's birthday's coming up on June 3rd. Whether or not you'd like to send her a unicorn, a hockey stick, the entire Alien Sex Fiend collection, or a gift certificate to Krispy Kreme, it'd be a nice thing for you to visit her webpage and wish her well! She's got a guestbook and an email address, so you've really got no excuse not to, punk. Also, it can be really embarrassing getting beaten up by a girl. Not that it ever happened to any of us here at Hotpunkgirl. Honest!
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